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Happy New Year!

Today I mixed up a huge batch of my massage butter.   I absolutely love making the massage butter.  It is easy, fun and messy; shea butter always flies onto the counter, the toaster, my clothing.... but it's so gratifying to watch the crumbly, hard butter soften and lighten as it whips.  I love the fact that I know with certainty that my massage lotion is natural, made with </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5913265687752478544/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolution-time-im-ready-for.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/5913265687752478544?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/5913265687752478544?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolution-time-im-ready-for.html" title="New Year's Resolution Time!  I'm Ready For You!" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U-xuSGxZTx8/TwIh0IPGieI/AAAAAAAAAe4/RvdLOGI4yp8/s72-c/whipped+lotion.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAEQno4fSp7ImA9WhRQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-5464355887496843058</id><published>2011-12-03T10:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:45:03.435-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T19:45:03.435-08:00</app:edited><title>The Gratitude Habit</title><summary>





























They say it takes doing something seven times to establish a habit.  For me, it seems, it takes an entire year.  The particular habit that I set out to establish began with a thesis I decided to test out a little over a year ago.  My idea was that if I took time each day to reflect on the gifts and abundance in my life that it might just make a difference in my mood.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5464355887496843058/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/12/gratitude-habit.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/5464355887496843058?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/5464355887496843058?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/12/gratitude-habit.html" title="The Gratitude Habit" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KW7Lc5ZJ9xM/TtppyJ1lFlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YLC_JkNyJvc/s72-c/deep-gratitude.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNQ3o-cSp7ImA9WhRSFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-5666995392374539570</id><published>2011-11-10T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:58:12.459-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-16T09:58:12.459-08:00</app:edited><title>On Time</title><summary>



















"You spend your time on what you think is important."  This, a pearl of wisdom overheard when I was giving chair massages at the Rochester Women's expo.  Serendipitously, I had recently been thinking about that very idea.  Fresh from my retreat, it came to me, as I took the time to finally face the mountains of stuff left over from my elementary teaching years, that I have </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/5666995392374539570/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-time.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/5666995392374539570?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/5666995392374539570?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-time.html" title="On Time" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrYuHtVXK4k/TrxHYzVQU5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/PNiw8m5GZJc/s72-c/time_travel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkAFQ3Y6fSp7ImA9WhRWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-634982476598465550</id><published>2011-11-03T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:25:12.815-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T21:25:12.815-08:00</app:edited><title>Living Fully</title><summary>



Some time ago, I tried a challenge for myself- I did my best to try to go for a week, I believe it was only a week, without multi-tasking.  Like I said, I believe it was only a week.  It felt, however, like an eternity.  I was inspired by an article I read in which the author tried this challenge for a month.  I was inspired also by troubling multi-tasking habits that I had developed.  Eating</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/634982476598465550/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-fully.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/634982476598465550?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/634982476598465550?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/11/living-fully.html" title="Living Fully" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJw4yMkOk0w/TrH1mTfJM5I/AAAAAAAAAdo/v1rtp0nBzmk/s72-c/calligraphy_circle_black.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEDRHgzfCp7ImA9WhdbFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-7091979494240540235</id><published>2011-10-12T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:44:35.684-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T12:44:35.684-07:00</app:edited><title>La Danse</title><summary>















I have been using a photo of balanced stones as a logo for a few years now.  The stones illustrate balance beautifully and I received positive feedback about the image from most.  And although I love the image of perfectly balanced stones, they never felt 100% right in representing what it is that I do.  Beautiful, but a little too serious and a little too static, I think.  Body </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7091979494240540235/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-danse.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/7091979494240540235?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/7091979494240540235?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-danse.html" title="La Danse" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgxU0hqbstE/TpXqnU1MV0I/AAAAAAAAAdU/hNSJhUS9QPQ/s72-c/matisse91-500x333.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EEQXo8eip7ImA9WhdWGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-2928986822734515462</id><published>2011-09-12T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T03:00:00.472-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-12T03:00:00.472-07:00</app:edited><title>The Seed</title><summary>











































As I was sorting through my files and re-reading old writings, I came across a piece I wrote as part of my application for massage school.  People often ask me why I chose to become a massage therapist.  Below is the story of that first moment, the seed that eventually led to that decision, many years later.





There was a defining moment in my life, </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2928986822734515462/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/09/seed.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/2928986822734515462?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/2928986822734515462?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/09/seed.html" title="The Seed" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F2mZCHG58dE/TmQyu2IgK3I/AAAAAAAAAdI/_GP9IihFgiY/s72-c/imgres.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQn4zfCp7ImA9WhdWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-1714927787117799895</id><published>2011-09-06T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T03:00:03.084-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-06T03:00:03.084-07:00</app:edited><title>Gratituesdays</title><summary>



































This past Thanksgiving marked the launch of my year long gratitude project.  Every month, I have invited someone to join me in exchanging a list of daily gratitudes for the entire month.  It has been a remarkable experience.  Although reluctant at first, my August gratitude buddy turned out to be a most enthusiastic participant; it didn’t take long for him to </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1714927787117799895/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/09/gratituesdays.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/1714927787117799895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/1714927787117799895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/09/gratituesdays.html" title="Gratituesdays" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fllgE1GM3-4/TmQuWE3WFkI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qw6dtrIZ5Bk/s72-c/imgres.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUEQ384fSp7ImA9WhdQFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-8288546385769892422</id><published>2011-08-16T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T06:10:02.135-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-16T06:10:02.135-07:00</app:edited><title>A Year Of Lessons</title><summary>











Birthday time!

I just turned...

older.

And perhaps a little wiser.

To prove the wiser part to myself, I decided to try to identify a few life lessons I learned this year.  Here it goes, in no particular order, unless you count the order that they popped into my disorganized brain.  Random order, then.

1.  It might be fun for a time to reinvent yourself, but after a time, it is </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8288546385769892422/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/year-of-lessons.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8288546385769892422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8288546385769892422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/08/year-of-lessons.html" title="A Year Of Lessons" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ouHlVybeTso/TkppqvufziI/AAAAAAAAAc8/pCI2C7khMSg/s72-c/imgres.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ERX48cSp7ImA9WhRWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-8941153745728083056</id><published>2011-07-27T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:28:24.079-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-03T21:28:24.079-08:00</app:edited><title>One Great Massage.  Two Terrific Locations!</title><summary>





Massage At  One Life Chiropractic

One Life.  One Body.  One Choice.

And now...One New Massage Therapist!  I am extremely happy to announce  that I have very recently joined the friendly and professional staff at  One Life Chiropractic. 

Located at 3300 Monroe Avenue, One Life Chiropractic features  first rate health care in a welcoming and relaxing environment.  



Please come visit!  I</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8941153745728083056/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-great-massage-two-terrific.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8941153745728083056?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8941153745728083056?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-great-massage-two-terrific.html" title="One Great Massage.  Two Terrific Locations!" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYDSXc6eyp7ImA9WhZbEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-2464139095229509553</id><published>2011-06-12T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T18:16:18.913-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-13T18:16:18.913-07:00</app:edited><title>My Traveling Altar</title><summary> 












This weekend Shannon Halligan, L-CAT and I co-led a workshop called,  "Awakening to Possibility With a Traveling Pocket Altar."  I became  interested in the idea of identifying and inviting change into  one's life when I attended a vision board workshop earlier in the year.   During that event, as I sat leafing through magazines, cutting and  pasting my collage of things I wished </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2464139095229509553/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-traveling-altar.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/2464139095229509553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/2464139095229509553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-traveling-altar.html" title="My Traveling Altar" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lpBy8LVrWvI/TfUZlwE15mI/AAAAAAAAAbk/eQ0Ni6lf3w8/s72-c/shot_1307907140530.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMRn0zfyp7ImA9WhZXGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-2210981634849859256</id><published>2011-05-08T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T20:18:07.387-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-08T20:18:07.387-07:00</app:edited><title>On Being Unique</title><summary>

















My college students are required to attend dance performances and submit written responses describing what they have seen.  I was noticing that the word "unique" was coming up again and again.   This made sense to me, but I also found it annoying.  For many of my students a dance concert is a novel experience so everything is they see is "unique."  But without explaining why it </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2210981634849859256/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-being-unique.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/2210981634849859256?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/2210981634849859256?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/05/on-being-unique.html" title="On Being Unique" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qt5N90QYSnU/Tca-b7d-0hI/AAAAAAAAAbU/wPCOUBFq7Vk/s72-c/Be_unique____by_Kyala.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cGRHw-eyp7ImA9WhZSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-1142482879567844715</id><published>2011-04-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T18:37:05.253-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-03T18:37:05.253-07:00</app:edited><title>De-snagging the Sweater</title><summary>












Let's meet the fascia. The fascia  is a network of extracellular material that runs throughout the body.  If  it were possible to separate out the fascia from the rest of us, our  fascia would form the same shape as we do, as it is a three  dimensional web that runs throughout all our tissue.  This weekend I had the pleasure of attending a seminar in Myofascial  Release.  

If you </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/1142482879567844715/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-snagging-sweater.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/1142482879567844715?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/1142482879567844715?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/04/de-snagging-sweater.html" title="De-snagging the Sweater" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDJy-ZUF1SY/TZkaO7zRuRI/AAAAAAAAAbI/rCYHiSZnXVY/s72-c/sweater-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQNQHYzfip7ImA9Wx9aGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-8669644408181357077</id><published>2011-03-11T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T17:13:11.886-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T17:13:11.886-08:00</app:edited><title>Bad Dancing?</title><summary>












This week, in my elementary dance classes, we have been reading the story Giraffes Can't Dance.  This is a wonderful picture book about a Giraffe with buckling knees who wobbles and falls every time he tries to dance.  The annual jungle dance is a rather traumatic event for poor Gerald as the other animals laugh and tease him,  calling him a bad dancer. 

I posed the question to my </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8669644408181357077/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-dancing.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8669644408181357077?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8669644408181357077?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-dancing.html" title="Bad Dancing?" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kfGVkoQdKkE/TXrFqgLP9WI/AAAAAAAAAbE/kCru_o4ao6k/s72-c/images-4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNQX88fCp7ImA9Wx9aF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-4340023543572118262</id><published>2011-03-02T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T17:09:50.174-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-09T17:09:50.174-08:00</app:edited><title>Let the Dancing Begin</title><summary>














In January I fantasized about aggressively promoting my March challenge of dancing every day for 5 minutes.  I envisioned it going viral, spreading like wild flowers.  All I need to do is get everyone I know to forward the info to everyone they know and so on and so on and...

And then February came and I totally forgot about Dance-A-Day March.  That is until March 1st, when it </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4340023543572118262/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-dancing-begin.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4340023543572118262?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4340023543572118262?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/03/let-dancing-begin.html" title="Let the Dancing Begin" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2DluWGaR2xA/TW8G3b7QtFI/AAAAAAAAAbA/vc-N66R7kNw/s72-c/kitchen-dancing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDQ3w7eSp7ImA9Wx9bFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-3673949176009857316</id><published>2011-02-25T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:52:52.201-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-25T19:52:52.201-08:00</app:edited><title>February Gratitude</title><summary>










As many of you already know from prior posts, I have adopted a gratitude practice this year, which involves a daily exchange of lists of things for which I feel grateful.  This other person, with whom I exchange lists,  I affectionately refer to as my gratitude buddy.  Each month a new gratitude buddy joins me in this adventure.  This month, my gratitude buddy was someone I </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/3673949176009857316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-gratitude.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/3673949176009857316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/3673949176009857316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-gratitude.html" title="February Gratitude" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2OFmAPQucOU/TWh0H0_NrlI/AAAAAAAAAa8/a4g5lROfuTI/s72-c/images-3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEAR3c5cCp7ImA9Wx9bEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-2057081167407499565</id><published>2011-02-19T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:27:26.928-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-19T11:27:26.928-08:00</app:edited><title>Opening The Heart</title><summary>












Many massage therapists offer  couple's massage for Valentine's Day.  Although this is a lovely idea,  it is something I have never offered.  I have a solo practice.  Without  another therapist with whom to collaborate, a couple's massage would be  challenging indeed!  Right now I am imagining myself trying to give  two people a massage simultaneously!   Couple's massage fail!

Now </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/2057081167407499565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/02/opening-heart.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/2057081167407499565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/2057081167407499565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/02/opening-heart.html" title="Opening The Heart" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CR30yfip7ImA9Wx9XGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-4634987291889687853</id><published>2011-01-13T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:36:06.396-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-13T17:36:06.396-08:00</app:edited><title>Gratitude: Month Two</title><summary>

















I am well into my second month of my gratitude project and am now exchanging messages of gratitude with a dear friend that I went to college with who I haven't seen for several decades.   I can't even begin to describe the richness of the exchanges.  At this point, writing my daily gratitude list has become a habit, as natural as brushing my teeth.  When I started the project on</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4634987291889687853/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/01/gratitude-month-two.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4634987291889687853?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4634987291889687853?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/01/gratitude-month-two.html" title="Gratitude: Month Two" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/TS-mf8i2HuI/AAAAAAAAAaw/jd9oiNuoOr8/s72-c/change-thoughts.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEABQHg_fip7ImA9Wx9XFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-117561764520806284</id><published>2011-01-10T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:52:31.646-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-10T12:52:31.646-08:00</app:edited><title>Setting Intentions</title><summary>

















We will open the book.  Its pages are blank.  We are going  to put words on them ourselves.  The book is called Opportunity and its  first chapter is New Year's Day."  ~Edith Lovejoy Pierce

This is a time of setting  intentions.  How would you like your life to be in the New Year?  To  what habits of mind and body would you like to say goodbye?  What would  you like to invite </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/117561764520806284/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/01/setting-intentions.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/117561764520806284?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/117561764520806284?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2011/01/setting-intentions.html" title="Setting Intentions" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/TStw4esCxRI/AAAAAAAAAas/V776iG98nsg/s72-c/es_easel-with-blank-canvas.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUESXk9fip7ImA9Wx9QF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-7727095882051079952</id><published>2010-12-30T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:06:48.766-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T13:06:48.766-08:00</app:edited><title>Open Sky</title><summary>













The sky is different here.  It is open and vast.  Walking in the mild Kansas air, I too feel vast and expansive.  Life seems full of possibilities.  

A New Year.  Letting go of the old.  Welcoming in the new.

This is the perfect time to feel the possible.  A perfect time to gaze out at the open sky and dream a bit.

Granted, I am on vacation, but I always feel a great sense of </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/7727095882051079952/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/open-sky.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/7727095882051079952?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/7727095882051079952?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/open-sky.html" title="Open Sky" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/TRzsTBzXtKI/AAAAAAAAAao/cM-112bAXtg/s72-c/167366_1785235234714_1354500973_2030717_15187_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0EAQXY8eCp7ImA9Wx9QFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-4096405372404933410</id><published>2010-12-26T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T06:54:00.870-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-27T06:54:00.870-08:00</app:edited><title>A Month of Gratitude</title><summary>











The first month of my year long gratitude buddies project has drawn to a close, providing a perfect opportunity to reflect on what I have learned thus far.

It has been a great project- It invited a daily connection with my friend who participated with me.  I so looked forward to the happy messages I got from her.  The daily practice coaxed me into taking the time to count my </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4096405372404933410/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/month-of-gratitude.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4096405372404933410?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4096405372404933410?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/month-of-gratitude.html" title="A Month of Gratitude" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/TRed8HWScwI/AAAAAAAAAag/gXVrXlzbKMc/s72-c/4094137023_88fac11ebb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQEQH0ycSp7ImA9Wx9RFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-4995839697882596704</id><published>2010-12-15T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:41:41.399-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-15T18:41:41.399-08:00</app:edited><title>I'm Getting a Massage!</title><summary>    Yesterday I got a massage.  That massage is what got me through the day.  The session was late in the day, but every time I thought I was going to succumb to the stress that this particular day was dishing out, I would remind myself, "I'm getting a massage!"I'm getting a massage!  What wonderful words these are.  It is hard not to sing them.You see, I have had this pain in my right popliteus.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4995839697882596704/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-getting-massage.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4995839697882596704?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4995839697882596704?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-getting-massage.html" title="I'm Getting a Massage!" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/S2n4S-wwtAI/AAAAAAAAAV4/wBQ7wpmy0oA/s72-c/MASSAGE.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcGQn4-eip7ImA9Wx9SFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-4991485057254563096</id><published>2010-12-04T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T05:33:43.052-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-05T05:33:43.052-08:00</app:edited><title>Attitude Adjustment</title><summary>I asked a group of kindergarten students what they were thankful for and one child said, "skunks."This is why I love working with children so much. They are full of wonder and appreciation for things that we older folks just take for granted.  But skunks?  "They are so fascinating, " he explained.I have adopted a daily practice of exchanging lists of things for which I am grateful with my </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/4991485057254563096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/attitude-adjustment.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4991485057254563096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/4991485057254563096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/attitude-adjustment.html" title="Attitude Adjustment" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/TPuTPtlNhNI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PqB507og0Hc/s72-c/gratitude.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMSHc8fSp7ImA9Wx9SFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-6388457154050886024</id><published>2010-12-01T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:26:29.975-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-04T14:26:29.975-08:00</app:edited><title>On Gratitude</title><summary>This year, I had a nontraditional Thanksgiving dinner.  My sister and I enjoyed a lovely meal at a Latin-Indian fusion restaurant.  When people asked me about my Thanksgiving plans,  I would joke, "Non-traditional.  We are eating in a restaurant.  I'm not even giving thanks."That couldn't be farther from the truth, however.  This year, I have decided to make gratitude a practice, one that expands</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/6388457154050886024/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-gratitude.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/6388457154050886024?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/6388457154050886024?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-gratitude.html" title="On Gratitude" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/TPa92-HPEvI/AAAAAAAAAaI/ESH-K4lwOrw/s72-c/gratitude-300x225.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMARX8zfip7ImA9Wx9SEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-8870357134779666518</id><published>2010-11-26T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:07:24.186-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-29T19:07:24.186-08:00</app:edited><title>Slow Travel</title><summary>I wrote the following while I was on my way to my sister's for the Thanksgiving holiday.I write this from a train car headed to my Thanksgiving destination. I am headed there slowly. And I am ok with that.Don't get me wrong. I am very excited about the prospect of high speed rail. But right now I am on a low speed rail, made slower by a freight train derailment that delayed the arrival of this </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8870357134779666518/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/slow-travel.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8870357134779666518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8870357134779666518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/slow-travel.html" title="Slow Travel" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/TO_p88ER99I/AAAAAAAAAaA/dU8MaqoxbDg/s72-c/train_drawing_6-21-04lo_small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4GRns7eyp7ImA9Wx9TFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800629303543079363.post-8573853224117170805</id><published>2010-11-22T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:15:27.503-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-22T12:15:27.503-08:00</app:edited><title>What If?</title><summary>This weekend I happily attended another Trance Dance Yoga session, led by Teresa Principe at Physikos in Village Gate.  For more information visit the Physikos website.  To save you from the reams of writing I could do on the healing power of dance, I condensed my thoughts into the following poem.  Enjoy.What If?What if you held yourself and whispered:                  It will get better,And what</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/feeds/8573853224117170805/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8573853224117170805?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2800629303543079363/posts/default/8573853224117170805?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://yourbodyinbalance.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-if.html" title="What If?" /><author><name>Nanodance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16212752943847413033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/STK_tpCtjvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/dId5_Axuazk/S220/la-tea-da.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VpYsfegxfss/TOrPFcjYzKI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/92Vc2C-QASc/s72-c/highres_12773014.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

